Alexander Galbur


Made in Italy


The power of time is made in italy
Gucci and Versace are names of history
The present is here, it is literally
The power of time is made in Italy.

So did Ben, so did I
So did all, so did everyone
We buy names, we buy fame
In our hands we touch the dream and pain.

You see in town, it’s all around
The power of time, the power of history
You wear signed jacks, t-shirts and blues
This make you feel brand new and cruised


So did Ben, so did I
So did all, so did everyone
We buy Versace and taste Trussardi
We know the Prada, the same Armani and too Cavalli
The style is rule, the style is right of everyone, the sense of people
The sense of life is made in Italy.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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